The Law was still so queer and so illogical! Lad started toward the house.

Then, pausing, he picked up the bag which had been so exhilarating a plaything for him this past few minutes and which he had forgotten in his pain.
It was Lad's collie way to pick up offerings (ranging from slippers to very dead fish) and to carry them to the Mistress.

Sometimes he was petted for this.

Sometimes the offering was lifted gingerly between aloof fingers and tossed back into the lake.

But, nobody could well refuse so jingly and pretty a gift as this satchel.
The Master, sketchily attired, came running down the lawn, flashlight in hand.